Luyện nghe bài hát The Man Who Shot Himself

(Tom T. Hall)

He did not seem much like a man a problem
He was small he was quiet he neat and shaved
His job was five in a brick making plant
And he a few beers on his other two days.

His music was country, his was in Jesus
In fact he had pictures of Christ in his
He once questioned his daily existence
Nor wondered a lot his life was about.

He was of his pistol and he cleaned it too often
He'd go down by the river driftwood all day
Stare out the and sip on the cold beer
Sometimes he was happy like who play.

His was country, his faith was in Jesus
In fact he had of Christ in his house
He never once questioned his existence
Nor wondered a lot what his was about.

And some Saturday he came to my father
And Virgil would you cut my hair for me please
And my father was handy with razors and
Sometimes he cut hair with the on our street.

His was country, his faith was in Jesus
In fact he had pictures of in his house
He once questioned his daily existence
Nor a lot what his life was about.

As small boys do I sat watchin' my father
Dad kidded him some his jealous wife
The man my father and he offered to pay him
Went back to his and he took his own life.

His was country, his faith was in Jesus
In fact he had pictures of Christ in his
He once questioned his daily existence
Nor a lot what his life was about.

His music was country, his was in Jesus
In fact he had of Christ in his house
He never questioned his daily existence
Nor wondered a lot what his was about...